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[Verse 1] |
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To all my fallen squad |
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Write your name across the sky |
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While I flame one to the brain and gon' get high |
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And regardless of the pain I ain't gon' cry |
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Cuz I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck nigga |
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Hustle hard for them bucks nigga |
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Thats a must nigga |
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I done lost so many real niggas |
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I can't trust niggas |
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So I keep my distance from niggas |
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Squad with me bet I won't get touched nigga |
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Got shots for him, shots for him |
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Niggas sayin fuck Rocblock, send shots at them |
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10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again |
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Keep going nonstop til we drop lots of men |
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And I swear I lost so many of my guys |
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So im sippin Remy, smokin 50's for my guys |
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Never let a nigga blow any of my guys |
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Ain't nobody fuckin with NoLimit in my eyes |
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Missin my niggas |
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Kushy and liquor, 4's of the lean |
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RIP Richie, hand me a swisha |
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Paint up a picture |
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Of me and the squad still on the block |
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Before it went wrong |
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And Kobe wasn't gone and Joc was still home |
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Man, I remember |
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Now my heart is cold as December |
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Get money the only thing thats on my agenda |
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Cuz its too many gone, but im still livin on |
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Stayin strong, put my farewells in this song |
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[Bridge] |
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Squad |
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RIP my niggas man |
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Welcome to Fazoland the Mixtape |
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Ball like Im Kobe |
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RIP Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc |
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RIP Pistol P man |
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For all my niggas gone man |
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We just gonna write yall name across the sky man |
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RIP my squad |
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[Verse 2] |
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I'll give up the money |
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Fuck the fame |
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All the jewels |
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All the hoes |
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All the clothes |
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And all the shoes |
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Just bring my niggas back |
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But I know I'll never get em back |
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So if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked |
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And I hear niggas at my neck |
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Im like "where they at?" |
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Cuz I be right there on the set with the biggest gat |
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Got so many niggas thats hatin, ion even know em |
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And so many fellings of hatred, I dont even show em |
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Can I just get some money? cuz I know niggas broke and bummy |
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They ain't even funny |
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I know they prolly wanna rob me |
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They hate me prolly |
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But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body |
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They won't get nothin from me |
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From the hellhole wheres its full of zombies |
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Where they catch the most bodies across the country |
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Where they took all of my homies from me |
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Man, RIP my homies, gotta get this money |
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SQUAD, RIP the L's |
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Free the L's why you niggas wanna be the L's |
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No Limit MB, bitch we the L's |
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RIP White Folks, I can't see a L |
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Squad, and we gotta stay winnin |
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Rollin in 4's with them semis and they tinted |
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Pull up on the oppas, pose' to be there and they hidin' |
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Cuz they scored when we ain't have them heaters |
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But they didn't! |
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HANN! |
